I'm on a quest to (publicly) lose 50 pounds over at my new ClubMom blog "Big Slice of Life, Small Slice of Cheesecake." In an effort to not totally embarrass myself by not losing an ounce, I've decided to try to get more exercise.

More than typing.

On Sunday, I took the husband and all three kids to the ice skating rink for their little puppies and parents session. We rented skates and lurched around the padded changing area before we stumbled out onto the ice. I've been a once or twice a year ice skater since I was a child, so basically, I can get out there and go in a straight line. When I'm feeling really saucy, I'll do that cross-over move with my legs when I go around corners, but let's face it - that's just asking for me to get my feet all tangled up and send me careening ass-first into a pack of tweens who are singing along at the top of their lungs to some song I don't know.

I'm getting old. SIgh.

Anyway, that was the case until we discovered this special skating sesson for little 'uns, which plays global folk music and classical tunes. The best part? Besides the hockey-league dads who are there with their little hockey jersey wearing sons, showing off for each other with skidding stops?

They let the kids use chairs to push around the ice. It's like an ice arena full of pint-sized senior citizens pushing around walkers. Haaaaaaa! The hockey dads take great pleasure in seating their kids on the chairs and hauling ass around the rink, skidding and spinning. Me? I like to put around pushing a chair like a grandma. It's awesome.

I busted for taking the camera out onto the rink. Aw yeah. Busted by a skate guard!

I couldn't stop laughing. My kids kept trying to skate against the flow of traffic, and my husband and I were hooting "No! Turn around! Hey! The other way!" while they ignored us, and every other child looked confused.

Photos of the fun at flickr!